I'd been watching my neighbour Tom, in the mornings for a few weeks. He'd stand on his back porch smoking, wearing tight lycra shorts, showing off his massive package and his fit body. If he wasn't hard in those shorts, he was packing a huge cock. I'd stand to the side of my bedroom window so he couldn't see me, and lust after his cock.
Let me introduce myself. I'm Paul, I'm 21, fit, I guess reasonably attractive as I have no trouble pulling when I go out looking for dick. I have dark short cut hair, slight facial growth I keep trimmed, stand 6 foot tall, hairless body and an 7" uncut cock with tight balls.
I live with my dad, Greg, since mum died a few years ago. Dad is 48, also 6 foot tall, has a bit of a dad body but not fat, short hair too. He has a little hair in the middle of his chest. I haven't seen him naked but have seen him in his undies and his cock looks to be about the same size as mine.
Tom, our neighbour, is a hunk. He has a gym toned hairy body with magnificent pecs, bald headed and he keeps the hair on the sides of his head close cropped too. He has a black trimmed beard.
I think Tom might be gay. He is such a hunk, but I've never seen him with a woman since he moved in about 2 years ago. Looking like that, he could have any woman he wanted. He runs every morning and goes to the local gym 3 times a week - not that I've been stalking him or anything.
On this Saturday morning as he stood on his porch smoking, he was rubbing his other hand over his package. It started to bulge even more in his white lycra shorts. He put his hand inside his shorts and repositioned his cock. It was now hard and pointing to the left - it looked to be at least 9" long and thick. He finished his cigarette, and stretched his hands way over his head pushing his groin outwards. That cock looked like it was going to bust out of his shorts.
He turned around and bent over to touch his toes. His ass was firm, and well rounded. He was a perfect specimen of a man. He finished stretching and went back indoors. Show was over for today I thought, so I went downstairs and started fixing breakfast for dad and me.
Shortly before midday, I was reading in the garden when my dad called out to me "Paul, we've been invited to Tom's next door for a barbecue. You wanna go?"
Did I want to go? Get to be up close to the stud - hell yeah!! "Sure dad. What time?" I yelled back.
"In about half an hour" he replied.
"OK, I'll be ready".